TheTwistedWonderland

PART 4 BITCHES AND NOW I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS SERIES!!!! Now to clarify the above statement with a little bit more detail, this will be the last part of the A Womanizer? series, but I will still continue to write Assassin's creed fanfictions for as long as I love the franchise, which won't go away for a very long time. So enjoy the final part of the A Womanizer? series! ALSO WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING WITH AN ASTERISK (THIS THING *) IN THE DIALOGUE, PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FOR THE TRANSLATION BEFORE READING ON, IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT THAT YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRANSLATION BEFORE MOVING ON IN THE STORY!!! PLEASE GUYS I'M BEGGING YOU! HUMOR ME H

Haytham Kenway x Reader Haytham exhaled and you watched his breath wisp through the air in soft grays. He tossed his head a bit, as if he were finally admitting the truth of the situation. “Well, I suppose we are walking from here on then.” He clasped his hands behind his back, prying his attention away from the thin wheel tracks along the snowy road. You pursed your lips, only in an attempt to keep from smiling. “I did try to warn you about leaving the carriage out here unattended.” He darted his eyes about the trees but not because he was annoyed, not particularly about what you had said. He was annoyed about the tu

Master Malik isn't the type to drink over his limit, if he even drinks at all, but right now he is piss drunk, on his work table in the library, face down and passed out. You found him screaming and crying about someone named Kadar about a half hour ago and how, "it's all that damn novice Altair's fault", then he lost his balance and hit his head and passed out. You sighed as you went to go find Master Altair and get him to help you clean up Malik's mess and have him explain just what Malik was talking about. You walked through the halls of Masayf as quickly as you could until you found him sharpening his hidden blade in the armory. You knoc

"I don't know about this, guys..." You were never fond of extreme heights, even as a child you hated the idea of being in a really high place and not being on solid ground, so when you had first joined the brotherhood, you just about fainted when you heard that you had to perform regular "Leap(s) of Faith" or be punished. So when you were secretly training for dealing with heights, Kadar and Malik had found you and offered to help. "Trust me, (Y/n), it's easy. All you have to do is sit on the ledge of the tower, hang your legs off and swing them. It's actually a lot of fun!" Kadar explained as he swung his legs to the beat of the street musi